National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” I might have never believed that I would do it when I started writing a poem a day. However, I am here, with my last segment, wrapping…

Mirage (a dream)

Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream? ~ Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within A Dream. Like fleeting thoughtsOn ephemeral nights,Like icicle tears,And blinding lights.Like molten silver,Solid gold,Like dying warm,And living cold,Like burning fires,Embers dead,Like perfect lies,And things unsaid. They say:Humans come and humans go,Good times too and strife,But what if we…

Ode to the moon

The raven spread its wings,Across Stygian of the night,The cerulean frothed elixirs black,The wind was but a wight. Hands intermingled,Eyes met in swoon,And that cloudy new moon night,I swear I saw the moon. ~ Tonight I lie beneath the vaults,Silver runs into the ink,The wind ever so caresses me,But I cannot sleep a wink. Hands…